"Old dog, what are you laughing at?"
The indifferent words rang out, and everyone looked on in utter shock.
Above the sea, the young man in white looked as composed as ever, showing no sign of fatigue. In fact, his aura had only grown stronger. Ice-blue flames billowed around him, and the sea beneath his feet had frozen into a thick sheet of ice, giving him a solid place to stand.
'What is going on? He took a direct palm strike from an Extraordinary Martial Artist and survived? He doesn't even look hurt. If anything, he looks more vigorous than before.'
"Sir is alright! That's wonderful."
Seeing this, the Dancing Girls on the Profound Vessel let out a collective sigh of relief. A moment ago, when Qin Ya was sent flying by Yann Xing, it was as if their world had come crashing down.
"How are you unscathed!" Yann Xing roared, his face contorted in a savage scowl.
"Heh. You think you can take my life? You're dreaming."
